I can never believe when you're in town,
except when you're right there
in front of my eyes, defying me
with how you clearly have substance
and shape. I never imagined you.
How hard I try, when you're not around,
to believe you exist. And you do; you do
It's when you are close, somehow
I can't even accept there's a chance,
however remote, that you'll come true.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
*I haven't yet revisited many pockets and stretches of time to appraise and label the "any goods," so some are missing. Please feel free to point out omissions, or - especially - erroneous inclusions, in comments.